A/n. Yeah I'm back.

Yang had burst through the Schnee's door on a Tuesday. She didn't know that they'd been gone just smidge bit longer than Ruby had. Didn't know that just like her little sister, Weiss and her mother had been taken away by a man with bright red hair and dark eyeliner.

But Blake knew.

The hidden girl had tucked herself away in a cupboard, her old favorite place to sneak away to when she played hide-and-week all those years ago. Her body, however tightly, had managed to fit in the small space long enough for the echoes of Weiss' mother's screaming to fade away. Long enough for the constant stomping and struggling of her dearest friend to stop. She kept on kicking the same thing. Three kicks, three pauses, three more kicks. Morse code. S.O.S.

When Yang broke into the house she found Blake crying on her kitchen counter, her arms tucked around her legs, her shoulders heaving in grief as she tried to omit all that she had heard into the painfully hot tears that refused to stop. A monster of guilt had been tearing her up from the inside of her stomach. She could have fought them. She could have stopped them, or she could have at least tried.

Yang stared at her for a moment, taking in the painful scars where ears had been nailed into her skull. Still also searching the room. Where are the weapons? Exits? Which way is the safest to travel through? The aftermath of the Schnee's struggle left shattered glass on the floor from where pictures and vases had fallen. Bloodstains either from somebody's stepping on the glass or from being beaten where splattered in several places. It wasn't as brutal as what had happened at her home. There they had come to kill, here they had come to capture.

"Who are you?"

Blake looked up at Yang, nearly screamed but held it in. "I was... I was a friend.. of Weiss."

"What happened here?" Yang's voice seemed cold, emotionless. Her cheery persona had gone hard from what she'd seen. Shock and hatred made a shell around her soul, capturing every inch of vulnerability, every twitch and smile that could her away. No time for getting caught up in a crying girl's emotions, no, her little sister was gone and her father was dead and Yang was going to kill whoever decided to hurt them.

"They.. these people," Blake stuttered, "they came in and grabbed Weiss and her mother. I hid, and they left and-"

"Where did they go?"

"I don't know."

"I need better than that."

"Left," She wasn't sure if it was true, but she thought so, "they drove off to the left."

"That's enough." Maybe the girl with black hair deserved a little bit of pity. "I'm Yang, by the way."

"I'm Blake."